fiery red hair
burning bright
it radiates - on fire, yet never consumed
When she is tired and sleepy, she whispers softly...
She has the touch of cotton
skin of alabaster
with the texture of silk
She cuddles as softly as a teddy bear
I hear notes in the wind -
lingering for the world to hear
Her smile is so sweet -
I melt inside
I think I could love her...
I think I do